A Drow's Dilemma Ep. 99: Boudoir

"Do I want something? What, you think you're going to go get it for me?" Dahlia laughed. Then there was a slight pause of thought before she continued. "Some wine would be nice if it can be conjured. Red. Dry."

"Not conjuring food here. Just retrieving it from storage. R.I.S.A. can conjure things, but I cannot. And I think that good wine is beyond her conjuration skills. She just uses the wine I brought in from the monastery. I think she might be able to clone it?" Caleldir shrugged. With that, he began shifting himself towards the table where R.I.S.A. had left them food and drink. Red wine as well.

The process of moving while stuck to a succubus was not getting any easier. Sitting up straight, he sat on the edge of the bed and put one arm around her to pull her close, and used telekinesis to move things around. It was a bit tricky to try to concentrate on pouring a glass of wine using only telekinesis while there Dahlia was on his cock, shifting around. Somehow, he managed and gave her the goblet.

All that shifting around was starting to give Dahlia 'ideas' again. But she was able to refrain, for now. They could take their time, after all. Let that subtle buildup happen. Make the subsequent climax all that more potent. At that moment, though, a bunch of moving around would spill the glass of wine she had been given. She took a sip, grinned softly to herself in satisfaction, and turned her attention back to the conversation.

"Well, if they would just get over themselves and stop pouting, incubi will realize that they have been given a substantial power boost. And not all the 'corrupted' men turn apathetic... I have heard stories of men who are as powerful as they are wicked binding a whole Seduction to him and forcing them to turn him." The succubus looked uncomfortable about the prospect, and more than a little disturbed. "They usually go on to do terrifying things that end in most of our prey in an area being killed off. And they aren't very thankful to the people who turned them, either. So, generally, we are warned to stay away from that type."

He shuddered. "That does not sound pleasant." He sighed. "What are the mental effects of the 'corruption', on both males and females?"

"The mental effects... There is usually an alignment shift towards evil. Or at least what your silly, flawed divinations would see as evil. For the very Good, that usually means they turn Neutral. For the phenomenally Good, they may even keep some of their goodness. Generally, there is a good deal of memory loss as well."

"Hence why incubi, who are usually drawn from the very good, are generally unambitious neutral sorts." Caleldir grimaced. He let out a long breath and took a bite of the shepherd's pie that he had levitated over. "I admit, the power level increase for both succubi and incubi, taken in isolation, is tempting, but I give you definite props of honesty in spelling out the downsides of the transformation. I am wondering about ways of minimizing the ill-effects of such a transition." For Caleldir at the moment, this was purely a theoretical exercise: the mad magus within him pondering the nature of such a drastic change. Mostly because of the immortality aspect. He was immortal, in theory, but he knew some people he wanted to keep around who were not. Most methods of cheating death of age were fairly costly...

"I do not think those are downsides," Dahlia said primly. "Being Evil is... more complicated than mortals think. I actually don't see myself as evil, and I bet a really powerful, nuanced Detect Alignment spell would view me as chaotic neutral-leaning-good. Anyway, we do tend to complain about our males being unambitious and sometimes boring." She smirked. "While we're fucking their brains out - ugh, not literally." The succubus took another drink of her wine, then offered some to Caleldir to wash down his shepherd's pie. "I do not know why you would want to minimize anything about the transformation. As far as I can tell, it would just minimize the power boost and... other boosts as well." Dahlia grabbed one of her full, improbably perky breasts and winked at Caleldir.

"If I were to oversee someone transforming into a succubus, I would catch their memories in an echo crystal and work a modified sanctification spell into it," Caleldir replied. "The goal would be to eliminate loss of memory and mitigate alignment shift. Keep the former goals and ambitions intact." He tried to ignore the way that she grabbed her own breasts, but the way that his cock twitched for a moment inside of her pretty clearly told her that he could not ignore her. "Better a boring incubus than one that goes on a psychotic rampage of rape and destruction, I reckon. But you say that succubi have ambitions even if incubi really do not? What sorts of goals do succubi have?"

She furrowed her brow. "I would think our goals are obvious. Punish the wicked. Reward the good. Have a lot of sex. Gain a lot of power. Find a safe place to live. Procreate with a handsome incubus. Make a life and home surrounded by beauty and family. It's what every living creature wants, as far as I can tell."

Caleldir wrinkled his brow. While she was talking, he took another drink of the wine she had offered him. "Wait, reward the good? How are you rewarding the good? Most 'good' people do not want anything to do with succubi. They are considered dangerous, evil, and corrupting."

"We reveal to them a whole world of pleasure, of course. There is one problem with Good people of the world, and that is their terrible approach to sex. So - especially for those celibate Paladin types - we show them how nice it can be to bare one's soul to another so intimately. By making them do so over and over again. They never thank us, for some reason." Her expression belied her words; she seemed perfectly aware of why they were never thanked.

Caleldir chuckled. There was a little bit of bitterness in his tone, but not as much as might be expected. "I suppose that I am in a position to understand that logic of reward. So, to summarize: succubi punish the wicked by sexing out their souls, and reward the good by having sex with them. They gain power by having sex and create and reproduce with incubi by having sex. And sex is also its own goal. So, basically, the only goal that you have that is not just 'have sex' is finding a safe place to live."

"... so we can have sex in peace. Well. And not die. And raise young - which we need a lot of sex to produce. Yeah, all our goals can be boiled down to sex," Dahlia agreed. To demonstrate, she rolled her hips a couple of times, slowly teasing his cock in and out of her as far as their connection allowed. She still had her wine to drink, though, which she seemed determined to savor. All the while, there was a naughty grin on her face. "Though, there are some very good arguments that is also true for all races who reproduce sexually."

It was becoming increasingly difficult, again, to ignore the way that the succubus's womanhood slid up and down his shaft. Even though it was rather slow, it still showed up in a twitch on his expression. "See, I do not have anything against sex, but having it be the defining or only real goal in my life is way too much. What about art or science or anything else?"

His question was met with a feral grin - a favorite expression of Dahlia's, it seemed. "Wouldn't you say there's beauty and artistic value to coupling?" She said as she rested the arm with the wine glass on his shoulder and used the other arm to brace herself as she moved her body up and began undulating against him with almost agonizing slowness. "And science, well, I think we have pleasure down to a science."

The twitch in Caleldir's face intensified to deep, ragged breaths through his nose, followed by his eyes closing to forcefully regulate his expression. "I cannot argue with your points. Especially not here in this position. All I can do is to stubbornly say that there should be more to life than mere bestial rutting."

"Why?" Dahlia asked simply. She truly didn't seem to understand the sentiment. "It is how I lived as mortal, and how I live now." Her hips went just a bit faster. her form rolling gracefully with the motion. "Doesn't this feel amazing? Doesn't it make it worth existing?"

It did feel amazing. Caleldir did not know about 'making it worth existing', but definitely it felt amazing. Having eaten enough at this point, and unable to concentrate on food or water anyway, he put everything back and put his hands on Dahlia's hips, closing his eyes and concentrating on the feeling. "It is hard to argue the point right now."

Dahlia chuckled. "Yes. It is quite hard." She, of course, still had the glass of wine in her hand while she was causing that slow buildup. But buildup was done, and she wanted to get to the good part. So she downed her wine even while the lower half of her body undulated against him. Then she absently waved the glass toward the table, where it elegantly floated and rested safely. That done, her movements become enthusiastic.

Caleldir wrapped his arms around her again, to cling at her back, lower and upper. Not hard enough to stop her movements, though. Leaning forward, he began kissing at her neck and shoulders and up the side of her face along her cheek.

Of course, the usual denouement was not long coming - or cumming, as the case was. Soon Caleldir's grip strengthened and he gasped loudly into her neck as he orgasmed inside her. Yet again.

She was slowly acclimating to the huge, mind-numbing surge of power that came whenever he, well, came. The succubus braced herself against him, bit back the scream that wanted to escape her lungs, and settled for a low, long groan. When she finally regained some of her senses, she tested the bond between them, trying to lift her body up and off of him... and was slammed back down onto his lap. After so recent orgasm, the sensitivity caused her to see stars.

"I guess this is our life now," she said after a moment with a breathless chuckle.

Gripping her tightly, Caleldir's breaths were long and deep, punctuated by a gasp when she slammed back down on him. "I do not want to live this way," he complained. "For one thing, soon enough Selene is going to notice that I am gone. Hmm... maybe we are approaching this from the wrong angle? What if we were to spin you around and try to pull you off while facing the other way?"

"I'm not going to say no to a change of position," Dahlia purred. She was feeling deliciously high again and as ready for round... whatever it was... as any good succubus would be. "Lie back." She ordered and pushed him down. Then, with an unsurprising amount of dexterity and flexibility, she swiveled herself around to face away from him. "There. Now you can sit back up."

Although Caleldir was slow to lie back, it might have been because he liked to be pushed around and otherwise manhandled by his lovers. Or he was just a bit slow in reacting to how fast she was to respond to his suggestion. Because she was pretty fast in responding. Almost before he noticed, she was in the reverse cowgirl position. The feeling of her core swiveling around his cock coaxed another of those gasps from him.

Now they were in position. Caleldir sat back up. "Work with me here, I think I should try pulling away from doggy-style. That should give me more leverage. If this is you being bound to me, I think that maybe we can separate if the effort to separate is from me, since I am not bound to you."

"Uhhh... sure," Dahlia said, sounding entirely unconvinced. This particular experiment seemed to have no downsides, though, so she was more than willing to move as best she could to let Caleldir pull his legs out from under her and get them into the goal position. "Go ahead and try." She said breathlessly. All this maneuvering was giving her 'ideas' again.

It was a bit of a long shot, sure, but Caleldir did think that his reasoning was good. It was his own power that had bound the succubus, after all. That meant that he could negate his own power, right?

And so, gripping her ass, Caleldir pushed her bottom away from him, dragging his cock out of her. But just as soon as her labial lips were gripping the bottom of the tip of his penis, a powerful force slammed their hips together. The succubus let out a moaning gasp. Caleldir gritted his teeth and tried again, trying even harder to push her way. She tried to pull away as he pushed, causing even more powerful results of flesh slapping against flesh. But, maybe, maybe it was not his imagination that he was just a tad bit more out of her? Maybe?

He kept trying.

She groaned and leaned down so that her ass was more in the air and she could brace herself a bit better against the bed. Dahlia gleefully kept 'helping' Caleldir try to separate them, After the first dozen tries, Caleldir realized this was not going to work. And so, he was of a mind to stop trying, but his attempts to pry himself away had morphed into yet another enthusiastic round of sex. One that Dahlia did not stop when he did, so he shrugged and continued on until yet another orgasm had them both gasping and breathless.

"Well, that did not work," he said regretfully once he got his breath back.

"Dunno what you're talking about... that worked fine..." Dahlia said through panting breath. "Oh. Right. We're not separated yet. Damn." She didn't sound very disappointed, of course. In a sinuous and almost disturbingly flexible motion, the succubus lifted herself to her knees to press her back against his front. Her arm reached behind her to run through Caleldir's hair. "Guess we have to stay stuck for a little while longer."

In response to her flexibility, Caleldir wrapped his arms around her front. One of his hands played a little with her breast, almost idly. The succubus purred and moved her chest slightly to put her breast more firmly in Caleldir's hand. Then he suddenly seemed to think better of it and stopped, which made Dahlia pout. Not that he could see her face. He could read her body language, though. Caleldir briefly thought about why it was that he was reluctant to feel her up like that. They were already connected at the genitals, no matter what he tried to do, so it was not like it was some greater betrayal or impropriety. Mostly, it was him being annoyed at her for having forced him into this awkward situation. Which was not really helpful. So, he went back to rubbing and stroking her breasts and nipples in a way calculated to please her. He, of course, derived no enjoyment from it.

Yeah...

"I hope it is only just a little while longer," he fussed. "It has been, what, three hours or so now? Frustrating." He sighed. "I need to figure out something I can do to help separate. Maybe if I had access to a workshop... but it might be difficult to concentrate like this." He thought a moment. "So, I suppose we can talk again. Could you tell me about your history? If you are more than a thousand years old, you must have done some interesting things."

"Three hours? Damn. I must be out of it more than I think have being hit with your energy." Dahlia noted. And really, she was not surprised that that would be the case. Every time, the universe was lost to her for an eternity and the barest of moments at once. "I have done many interesting things. People too," she chuckled. "But why do you care?"

"Perhaps idle curiosity. Perhaps because, if you do end up having to get out of this by giving your True Name or some such, I would just like to know more about you.

A scoff escaped Dahlia's throat. "I will be free eventually. No need to share my Name." Her words did not sound and confident as she would have liked them to, though. She knew how this was likely to end. Dahlia simply wanted to live in the denial a little bit longer.

Caleldir moved past her denial. "What sorts of likes and behaviors and experiences define you as different from any other succubus? You are not all just interchangeable boobs and pussies, I hope."

"We are fairly interchangeable," she replied matter-of-factly. "My existence is sex and more sex. Preferences differ slightly among us. I like to put rapists in their place, always have. Probably has something to do with my mortal life. Or not. I don't know, and I can't really bring myself to care."

Caleldir winced. "Surely there is more than that. Do you not want to be more than just your sexual organs?" He sighed, seeming to already know the answer.

She shrugged. "Sometimes, when I'm really sated and are not still attached to my most recent partner, I wonder if there is more to life. That lasts for, like, six seconds and then I get kind of horny again. I suppose one day I might want to find or help make an incubus. Have a couple of children. I'm a bit young for those urges yet."

"So, we need some sort of mild libido suppressant so that you become more ambitious than just wanting to have sex all the time." Caleldir mused. "Not too much of a suppressant, because you need sex to live, but enough so that you can think more clearly about other things."

"Suppress my urges? I am not sure if I would like that..." Or maybe she would. Sometimes she would have liked to think about something other than her next roll in the sheets.

"I guess we can bookmark that thought for later. As for your personality, liking to put rapists in their place is something at least, and useful for what we want to do to the Duskhaven rebels." And most of the women in his life, Dahlia included. "So... any particular stories about that interest you would like to share?"

"Well, they generally all go the same way. Denial. Begging. Sometimes even crying. It's hilarious when they cry."

He paused. "Something that I wonder about these rapists: why would they not want to have sex with you?"

"Often they want me, yes. At first. That's how I start out, to get them hooked and trapped. That's what I was doing with that asshole in the inn you first saw me at. But then I get rougher, or do things to them they don't like. Put them in the position of their victims."

"Ah, so you seduce them, then make their position more clear. Maybe even pretend to be another victim before you reverse the rape, so to speak," Caleldir realized. "I suppose that I can see the logic there." He paused, thinking of what to say next. "Any other interests that you have?"

"Not that I know of; that interest has been my main drive ever since I can remember. It's like that for most of us. Personality is drained in favor of sex and more sex - a fact that some may find tragic, but I wouldn't say that any of us are discontented. Not from what I can tell, anyway."

Caleldir winced again at Dahlia's admission. "I certainly find the erasure of personality in favor of being interchangeable sex monsters to be tragic." He sighed. "But, I suppose that you cannot be discontented about the loss of something that you no longer value."

Indeed, Dahlia didn't seem too unhappy about the state of her life. She seemed amused more than anything, especially when Caleldir seemed to find it so tragic. A strange creature, he was. Strange and fascinating. With all those bursts of power he was giving her... well, maybe it wouldn't be such a bad thing to be familiar to him. The succubus kept such feelings to herself.

After being unable to get much more information from her, Caleldir decided to tell Dahlia a bit about himself. Or a lot about himself. Because, well, there was not much else to do but talk. And have sex. The sex thing was sort of nonstop, due to the connection.

And so, time passed. And an attempt at a bath. It had been an awkward process, but it was heavily aided by both of their abilities in magic. Dahlia had fun with it, of course. All that accidental sliding in and out led her to do so quite on purpose a couple dozen more times.